the opposite of epic

I rode my bike tonight.

it wasn't epic.

I rode my bike tonight,

I saw a woman with an bad expression on her face, it looked liked she needed a poo.

I heard an old bloke say, "cor blimey" followed by "gawd elp us" 

I saw a goth on a bike, proper goth, but with lycra shorts

I rode my bike tonight,

I looked at the land, 

smelled the soil, 

soaked up the sun, 

snarled at the wind, 

I bowed in awe at working sheepdogs and the shepherd

I grinned at the sweat on my brow

I rode up a dead end road, 

I rode on some virgin tarmac, 

I rode

it wasn't snowing

it wasn't raining

it wasn't brutal

it wasn't epic

 hotel notes

signs 

an english thing

the unexplored road 

 fertile land

I wanted this to read, Patterdale Sandwich

the dead end

 reward